Sometimes the downward spiral is subtle
more like smoke than the fire it came from
A slower descent into madness.
It is not always endless bloody nights
not always sirens at two a.m. that pull you
from your restless sleep and leave you wishing
they were for you.
For me, at least, it has been -
Losing sleep, nights on end
Blood spots on white sleeves in gym class
Watching everyone around me
Quiet crying into a trusty pillow.
Maybe I’ve spun around.
Months ago, it was trips to the ER
Hospital beds for weeks at a time
Tearing myself apart loudly.
Maybe it’s because I know
that this time, nobody cares enough
to notice my silent screams at two a.m.
They sound a lot like sirens.
YOU ARE READING
silence
Puisijust a lost teenage girl writing somewhat crappy poetry to try and counteract the demons in her head. // all works are mine unless specified // © wanderingcricket 2014
